Ever After Pride & Prejudice

CHAPTER 1

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Torquoise skater shirt and green chinos with my day makeup spot on. Whoa, I'm looking like a totally different version of me. This girl with brown gleaming eyes who is looking right back at me can't be me. She is looking so stunning, I'm looking so stunning.

An overwhelming flutter start in my already fluttering stomach. I guess he will like it. A smile immediately spread across my face at the thought of him as his handsome face came swinging in.
Oh, since how long I waited for this moment.
"Hmm, blushing from now. God knows what you will do when you're actually with him." Jess remark with her eyes inquisitively scanning at my reflection in the mirror making me want to blush even more. When I'm with him? Electricity travel across me as I imagine her words of being with Darcy.
Will he like me? Or...not? The very thought of him not liking me makes me feel nauseous with this knot tied in my stomach. I look again at my reflection in the mirror. I'm looking good but that's it, I'm nothing to those sexy girls whom he dates. I wiggle in my chair at this uncomfortable thought wrinkling my well plated skirt. But I'm not his girlfriend, I can never be. I'm just going for a simple M&G and I hope my dress choice and looks don't bias his opinion much against me. Although I really and truly want him to like me. Although I know that I can never get him to like me.
Jess clears her throat purposely bringing me back to reality of sitting in my reclined black leathered chair in my room instead of being entangled with the thoughts of Darcy.
"Are you in there." She smirks looking at me in the mirror.
Gah, I forgot that I'm not alone. She's standing right behind me, musing at the outcome of her hardwork and of course registering my nervous expressions anticipated with her know-it-all looks.
I blush as my eyes reflexively look down at my knotted sweaty hands place on my laps.
I don't want to talk to her about him because I know that through her inquisitive nature she will efficiently pull out everything which she wants to know so I try to change the topic. 
"You're an amazing makeover artist. Thanks for this." I mutter shyly under my jaggered breath as my eyes wander to her beautiful face in the mirror causing our eye contact. Her warm cordial blue eyes looking into my brown nervous eyes in the mirror.
"Oh my Eliza, you're feeling so nervous sweetheart." She says in her strong American accent and smiles sweetly at my reflection in the mirror rubbing my shoulder with her hand to solicize me but I couod barely able to calm my panicking nerves down even to a notch.
I take in a deep breath through my tight throat. Is this is how she felt when she met him for the first time?
"Did you...did you too feel this nervous for your first meet and greet with him?" I sputter under my breath with my voice barely audible to my own ears.
Her eyes widen on hearing my question and a frown and disgusted expression pass across her face as some obnoxious memory came across her mind. I'm so sure that it's something related to Darcy, but what has passed between the two of them that has made her hate him forever. Is he really this bad...like the way Jess is saying him to be?
She put on a smile shoving to the back of her mind whatever nasty thought she was thinking of. "I cannot be anymore happier for you...but...Eliza do you really want to see him after everyting I told you about Darcy?" She sounds cautious with her words and all the jovialness seem to be lost. She look a little tired but mostly worried. This is not the answer to my question. Where is she going? Suddenly my breath stuck in my throat as I processed her words in my mind. Oh no, she'll be again on with her verbal attarck on Darcy. How can I tell her that how much I dislike her harsh words against him as if those words are against me. I squirm in my seat for yhe second time since the morning preparing myswlf for her verbal assault against him. My heart drop and the muscles in my stomach tense as I recall her previous accusations against the adonis.